Do you have a Do Not Disturb sign on your office door? Mine says:
*In the interest of full disclosure, “work” is a relative term. Also, the conditions under which it is okay to disturb my “work” are presented in inverse order. Coffee first , and then zombies, and then only if you can’t put out the house fire on your own. Clear? Now go away and let me “work”! Where did I put that pillow?
I definitely need a sign now. That is an awesome idea, but I won’t be stealing yours haha
Hi, Nick! Hey, feel free to steal it. I got the idea from something I saw and created one tailored to me. I guess you’ll want to tweak it to reflect your narcolepsy, not that it should define you or your life. But since you are sharing your experiences, it might make sense? I’m quick with photoshop, so let me know if you’d like me to whip something up for you. No charge. 🙂 Have a super weekend!
Love the sign, Michael!
Mine would be as follows:
*you have fresh coffee
*the kids need help defeating the Zombies
*the kids have weapons and are going after each other
This all is a mute point however, because I don’t have an office – my computer is in my music room in full view of the musical instruments, TV and kitchen. I guess I could wear the sign around my neck?
My kids think I’m a Wizard (sorry, even JK Rowling can’t make me call myself a witch), because I can look at them and pay attention to their conversation, while typing perfectly. My oldest has even put his hands over my eyes to try to stop me from typing, but my fingers just become the Energizer Bunny…….they keep going, and going, and going…
That only happened once, though…no really! I really am a good mom, and stop what I’m doing if my boys need something – after I have empowered them to do it themselves, that is – they are 11 and 14 after all!
Now THAT’S impressive. It’s may be a guy thing, or may just be me, but I’m like a dog with ADD. Mid-sentence something will catch my eye and my head jerk toward it… “SQUIRREL!”
Thanks so much for stopping by. I know you’re a god mom. Don’t need to sell me on that. My daughter long ago figure how to guilt me off of the “puter”. 😉
The rule at my house has always been Death and Blood.- and blood only if it will lead to death. Vomit doesn’t make the cut because it can be cleaned up later. I don’t think I would want to be bothered for zombies. Hiding in my office might save my life. I don’t drink coffee, but my arm can always be twisted and my mind distracted if a Dr. Pepper is offered! Amy
A Dr. Pepper girl, eh? I grew up in New York, Amsterdam and Vienna… so it wasn’t until moving to Texas that I ever had a Dr. Pepper. They were originally made a hundred miles or so south of Dallas.